Morning Meds; 12 1 18
Mind wouldn’t quiet, busy day ahead.
The winds of a lot of things, were blowing through my head.
I can only take care of my stuff and it’s the same for everyone else.
I can’t control another soul, but I have some say about own.
So, I grabbed a pad of stinky note, wrote a single word for some of the biggest woes.
Fifteen notes of various fears of which, I have absolutely no control.
Put them in a wood box and handed them to God.
“You sure are going to be busy today, to many things that seem undone. I need to concentrate on what I can do, so I’ll let you have all this fun.”
Must have worked, the day is done.
My heart is filled with peace.
Told Source, “Hey thanks a lot, you did well, I appreciate the rest.
Tomorrow, I’ll fix you up another box, you always do the best.”
It will be fun to open the box in about a month, review the notes and see how well Source has done.